Why Did He Leave?

Chapter 20

Callie's POV

Barcelona.

A beautiful city. The people are so friendly, the beaches and culture is delightful.. Brandon had a beach house on one the most beautiful beaches in Barcelona, Garraf Beach. We unpacked. "I know this about your mother but can we enjoy it for a while?" I asked him. "I have a yacht not far from the coast... We can take it out and enjoy the ocean after we meet whoever my mother wants me to meet." He told me, I nodded.

We took a cab to the address and stood at the medium sized shed, Brandon knocked on the door and a woman opened the door, "Brandon!" She hugged him and he stood there shocked, "Uhm--?" The woman looked at me, "I'm sorry, I'm Lily.." I nodded, "The girl from the diner?" I looked at Brandon and he was speechless. "Wait-- You're the girl from the diner but wh--When I met you, you were on the street, you looked so helpless and homeless. What happened?" He asked. Lily brought us inside, "I bet your mother sent you here.." Brandon huffed. "How do you know my mother?" I intertwined my hand with his to calm him down.

"I wasn't completely honest with you that day.... I knew who you were already, I knew your mother and I knew about Callie and Ricardo and the guys. I knew about your life.." I shuddered, this was creepy. "How?" I asked her. "Why would you know so much about us and not say anything? That's a bit creepy.. " I admitted. "I couldn't let you know who I was, I came up as a stranger and I bet you already knew who I was.... Deep inside." She told Brandon, he looked at her and stood. He fell to his knees and groveled to her like a servant, his face in awe. "When we spoke, you told me about your family and your troubles and you confided me, because you knew who I was, you just didn't wanna believe it because in your mind... I was dead." She rasped, Brandon groveled closer to her until she could run her finger through his hair.

I was still confused. "What the hell is going on?!" Brandon snapped out his trance and looked at me. "She's Lily--My sister." He stood and hugged her, the jealousy burned through my skin, I rolled my eyes. "Mom asked me to come here but for what?" Brandon was happy. "Brandon.." He looked at me and I gave him a look, "Oh yeah... Me and Callie are going on my yacht, if you wanna--" I coughed and bit my tongue in annoyance. "I think Lily is quite busy to be bothered with us." I said annoyed, she sensed I was annoyed with this situation. "She's right.. We'll catch up later, big brother." They smiled and hugged for a while, letting us leave.

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We boarded the yacht and I poured myself a glass of vodka. The wind of the Spanish capital blew through my hair as I put some shades on and drunk the glass. Brandon took his shirt off as we took off toward the ocean, he revealed his new tattoo.. "I though tattoos weren't your thing." I laughed and he blushed, he kissed me deeply. "You're an exception, baby." The tattoo on his chest read my name. I drunk some more vodka, "You seem upset.." He noticed. "I have a right to be," I muttered. "What for? Because of my sister? Callie, she's alive! I have the right to happy about this." He had a point, "It isn't about that!" I got up from the table and went up the second floor of the yacht, leaning against the rail and looking upon the ocean, the perfect blue Spanish waves.

I felt him standing behind me but I didn't move or turn around to look at him. Every step he took toward me, felt like endless waiting because I didn't feel him; Oh god I loved this man! I felt his arms wrap around me and his lips came in contact with my neck, I kept a mad look on my face. "Callie-- I understand, you don't want my sister and mother to replace you. The same way I felt toward Jude and Jesus, and even Wyatt." I didn't look at him, he turned my body to face him. "--Look at me.." He hated when I didn't look at him. "Baby, please.." He whispered sensually. I looked at him and he smiled, "--I can't do this to my sister or Mom--" he cupped my face and kissed my lips, our kiss deepened.